1. The quest for the ultimate victory.In part one I
shared with you how not knowing what you
don't know, much like the "thorny" gardener,
can rob you of your time, and keep you from
enjoying and living the life you want.
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2. You also learned how a seemingly accidental event can instantly change your
life, as you experience the magic of an "ah ha" moment Do you ever find
yourself saying "Why bother!" or asking "What's the point?" I mean you put in
the time and effort only to end up with a result you don't like or worse yet, a
result you know others won't like How many projects have you left incomplete,
simply because you didn't like the results? Read on and learn why the
frustration of incomplete projects doesn't have to happen In this story you will
learn that perfection often has little to do with being perfect Today I am going
to tell you about the third field of roses and how the gardener of that field
tended to the 1000's of rose bushes in the third field Much like the "thorny"
gardener, the third gardener was constantly clipping buds from the rose
bushes Working from sun up to sun down it took every ounce of energy the
third gardener had to clip the 1000's of rose buds Weeds were constantly a
distraction There was never enough time to tend to both the rose buds and
the weeds
3. Still, the gardener tried So, why is it that the third gardener was clipping the
rose buds? Unlike the "thorny" gardener the third gardener was well aware of
the bud's purpose and very much wanted the rose to bloom In fact the third
gardener focused every waking moment on making sure the rose bloom had
every opportunity to bloom to perfection You see the third gardener was not
focused on the thorny bush nor was the gardener inspired by the possibility of
a field filled with 1000's of colorful blooms The third gardener, the "perfect"
gardener, was not focused on having a field of roses The "perfect bloom" was
the focus of the "perfect gardener " With all of the "perfect" gardener's effort it
was still true, more often than not, that the field was filled with nothing but
4. thorny bushes, without a single bloom If the "perfect" gardener" wasn't
examining a bush and clipping it's buds, the gardener was tending to the
weeds On many occasions you could find the "perfect" gardener digging up a
rose bush to make room for a new and improved rose bush
5. You see, only the best rose bush could produce the perfect bloom After all
the "perfect bloom," was the "perfect" gardener's dream To even be
considered as a contender the bloom must have a certain shape, quality of
color, the right number of pedals, and that one of a kind and alluring fragrance
The "perfect bloom" started with the "perfect bud " The "perfect" gardener was
always asking, "Could this bud produce the perfect rose? Few buds survived
being clipped As life would have it, in a forgotten part of the field; in an area
where the soil was riddled with rocks and was dry more often than not, stood a
thorny bush This bush was different and it was not easily seen The little bush
was surrounded and nearly smothered by the many weeds Still, without the
attention and care of the "perfect" gardener the rose bush in the forgotten part
of the field, would grow
6. Stunted by the limits of it's environment the little bush was easily missed as it
continued to grow That is until that one special moment, that special morning
when the bush would produce a single bloom It was a morning like every
other for the "perfect" gardener While bending over to clip a bud the morning
breeze changed direction and with the changing breeze the "perfect" gardener
was suddenly able to notice a fragrance so perfect and sweet The fragrance
was captivating Immediately without a clip the "perfect" gardener stood in
surprise As the gardener scanned the field of thorny bushes, the gardener
quickly realized, there was not a single bloom to be seen Franticly the
gardener began to search the field for the source of the alluring fragrance
7. The "perfect" gardener went from corner to corner, and even zigged and
zagged across the field of thorny bushes and still not a bloom was to be seen
At wits end, and the gardener's frustration peaked a break was needed The
gardener move quickly away from the field As luck would have it, once again,
the morning breeze would change direction The alluring fragrance would have
the gardener change direction and eagerly begin to survey the surrounding
areas of the field The anticipation of finding the source of such a fragrance
was almost to much to shared web hosting bear To the gardener's left, near a
pile of discarded rose bushes, and hidden amongst the weeds was a color that
seemed out of place, a color that didn't seem to belong Moving quickly to see,
the morning breeze would confirm the gardener was en route to the source of
the captivating fragrance
8. Breaking into a full stride the gardener moved toward the clump of weeds
Once the gardener was upon the clump of weeds, the rose, the "perfect
bloom," was now plain to see Quickly pushing the weeds away, the gardener
kneeled to take in the magnificence of the perfect bloom As the "perfect"
gardener held the perfect bloom a question came to mind; "how?" How could
such a perfect rose bloom be found on such a bush? In fact the rose bush was
more like a short crooked twig with many thorns and a few leaves Standing
slowly the gardener looked in disbelief It was difficult to know how a bush,
which was thrown away, could survive as it did The morning had come and
gone as the gardener now looked at the field of thorns The questions were
many
9. All the work, and all the time, how could this be? The gardener would spend
the next few mornings amongst the weeds enjoying the perfection of such a
bloom As the perfect bloom began to fade the gardener asked "what is next?"
With a smile the once "perfect" gardener started tending the weeds No longer
would the gardener hurry to clip the buds, no longer would the gardener hurry
to examine a bush, and no longer would the gardener discard a bush This
season the gardener's heart would fill with joy as the field of thorns became a
field of blooms No longer would the gardener wait for such a perfect bloom
The once "perfect" gardener could now see the perfection in each of the many
blooms The perfection the gardener once tried so hard to create now was
easy to see
